Saturday, September 27, 2008

It is a sad, sad day for your humble frog, and for many others out there as well.

Paul Newman--talented actor, dedicated philanthropist, and quite frankly the sexiest man to ever walk the face of the earth--has passed away. We were lucky to have him with us as long as we did.

We've all gone through phases where this actor or that celebrity gets our motor running and gets us all giggly because of his chiseled jaw line or fantastic smile. But from the first time I saw Paul Newman I knew... that, right there, was the perfect man. Or as perfect as a man could be and still be human. And not only for his good looks, but for who he was.

Judging from the heartfelt statements that have been flooding the airwaves in the past several hours, I am not alone.

Long have I envied Joanne Woodward for being the luckiest woman on earth. I was going to say that tonight I do not envy her as she and her daughters deal with their loss--and yet I still do. I envy her life with a man who not only could pierce your soul with his eyes, but also continued to make her laugh after 50 years, as she is often quoted as saying.

So thank you, Paul, for all that you gave us. Your talent, your charity, your charm... and of course those amazing blue eyes, and the way you could smile around a cigar that made me tingle from head to foot.